And Now, It's Time to Leave (and Turn to Dust) ⇆ l.s.

And Now, It's Time to Leave (and Turn to Dust) - LS One Shot

Henlo, this is 2018 me deciding to publish these drafts and a present to anyone still reading my stories. (God bless all of you, I abandoned this account when I was 18 and I'm now about to turn 21 wtffffff????). Anyway anything past this point is of previous writings. No editing, no adjustments. So don't get offended or mad if there's any past shit that I wasn't educated on or you don't like personally. This is basically 3-4 years old. Take my word for it I don't want to go through my old years of writing, but you can!!!!

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So pretty much, I got the idea of this AU from Family Guy. It's a little more advanced than that though and I added more of a story line to it, and, basically it's not like Family Guy at all.

No smut (like... full on smut. There is a little bit but like a wee bit.) because it's a fluffy AU, all right? If you're looking for smut, sorry, but you should read any way because you're already here, lol.

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He only vaguely remembers the night before. 

It was flashing lights half the time, the constant hollering of shots! give him another!, then one final bright glow before his head was frenzied in a roll over of traumas, cuts, scratches and battles between life and death. He could only remember his scream, a bloody scream which ripped open his heart.

And now he was here.

He blinks to get the crust away from his eyes, leaning up onto his elbows to see in front of him. He cracks his neck, expecting it to be sore - but it wasn't. It was peculiar. Everything felt fine. Maybe he just wasn't as damaged as he thought he was.

He was so healthy, in fact, he just stood right off the bed and stretches as if he woke up from a groggy night partying with his mates. He smiles to himself, taking a look at the tiled wall in front of him, breaking just at the line which fenced them from the ceiling. It was the same all around the room, a obscure white lighting up the room which seemed partially morbid. And quiet.

So Louis just sighs, running a hand through his hair and becoming rather clueless of what was actually going on. He was sure he was in the most obvious of places, the hospital. He knew he had scratches, but where? He was restored and healed back to normal health. Oh, he could have been in a coma. What if he was? What if it had been ten years and Harry had replaced him? What if everyone who loved him left him? What if they had forgotten about him?

He walks out of the room, a little giggly on the fact no one was present up and down the barren corridors. Not even one single specimen, and Louis thinks maybe all the germs had disappeared also (they should be. It was a hospital after all). 

Despite the lack of human beings within this hospital, Louis assumes, Louis could only think of Harry, Harold, Hazz-- or whatever the fuck he calls him. He was simply blocked off from the fact that there was literally no one here. Not a baby's cry from the maternity ward and Louis knows he's been walking in circles for around an hour when he finally realizes that there was actually no one here.

He was a bit of an idiot not to find this odd.

Moments later, he walks out the front door without any one stopping him. He looked to the street, cars no where to be seen on the road but still stationary in the car park. No one was present. Everything felt rather amusing, and very calm. Louis giggled to himself as he looked up to the clouds above him, smiling.

He thinks it's a joke. Well, it's not every day you wake up from a car accident, perfectly fine without a blemish to be seen and then people missing off the face of the Earth. It was simply a joke.